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"Earth to Strap, I need answers."
I can't tell her that old Mick is dead. The deal was my life sentence for his. Nydia will throw me back in prison, and I won't ever get out. And I can't go back. I refuse to go back.
If he told Nydia that Mick was dead but that he had a daughter of the same nickname, Nydia would go after Mickey. No questions asked. She would just do it.
"Did you find Mick?" Nydia asked, sounding pissed off now. "My patience is starting to grow really thin over here, Strap."
"No." It was the truth. He hadn't. He'd not seen Mick's grave or gone to his location, so it wasn't a lie.
Nydia growled. "Do you know where he is?"
"Possibly." Also not entirely a lie. He wasn't sure where the cemetery was.
Her voice rose. "Do you think you're getting close to finding him?"
He nodded. "Yes, I do. I am getting close."
"You don't sound so sure of yourself. Where were you last night?"
Cock deep in Mickey. Fucking until bliss. Tasting everything she had to offer.
"Out," he responded, trying not to think about last night.
"Out where?"
Well, a semi. Then in a car. Now at her apartment, wishing I was still in bed with her.
"Strap. Fuck, pay attention. Jesus Christ."
He shook his head. "I was out looking and scouting places. I had bad reception and didn't manage to get to call you because I fell asleep. Stop yelling at me."
Do not say you were making love to Mickey. Listening to her moan and beg for you to fuck her. Also, don't think about it.
"That doesn't answer my question. Am I fucking talking to a broken record here? Answer the goddamn question."
Maybe it was the blood loss from last night. All of it went to my dick, leaving nothing for my mind. I'd do it again. Fuck, I'd do it all fucking week.
"Stop yelling at me," he growled, trying to focus. "These are a lot of fucking questions before coffee. It's not even seven here yet."
Nydia sighed on the other end. He could hear her typing on something, probably working.
"I'm sorry, are my nerves getting to you? Maybe going back to jail would be better for you. Did you think I’d just let you loose to waste my time? Because I didn't."
He didn't want that, and all his muscles clenched. He took a deep breath. The last thing he needed was to piss her off enough that she broke the deal and sent him back.
"What is it you want from him? What’s so important that it’s got your panties in a bunch?"
Nydia sighed on the other end again. "He took some limited signed baseballs. They were signed by the top baseball players around the world. And I want them back."
"How many of them are there?"
"Six. Babe Ruth, Ted Williams, Jackie Robinson …"
He glanced back inside, seeing Mickey was still asleep. He knew the balls she was talking about. He remembered because he was shocked about something so not worthy of his time. Mick sold them to some rich guy years ago like he did with all their plunder.
He pinched his nose. "You do know he sold those, don't you?"
Nydia sighed, irritated on the other end. "Yes. I want him to tell me who he sold them to. I need them."
